Wolf کے بول

Your silence sings louder then Your sword ever could The wolf stand atop the slaughtered lamb Without meaning to eat of it's flesh Your silence sings louder then Your sword Burn away that which was yesterdays I never thought I'd see the like I am the wolf who calls upon his pack Vercingetorix is my name Burn away the day Sound we knew are gone Into the tales of old Bow down to my name Burn away that which was yesterdays I never thought I'd see the like I am the wolf who calls upon his pack Vercingetorix is my name